By: Jack Dempster
As morning mist fades from a golden-sand beach,
Sol riseth to his day’s course, burning bright
the weedy sallows with th’fire of his light.
In these dawn hours, your lips taste as sweet
as a peach. Now I will dissolve into
you, like a parched man in an oasis,
drowning my heart in thee. These long days
of summer seem to ne’er end! I’ve been to
lands of mountains and open sky, but never found the jewel that I found in your soul, my
key to paradise. Ah, gaze up! The sky
burns with dragon-blood glow, while the heather
and harebell below, with Aurora’s nectar,
seem dripping with stars in this woodland hectare –
Jack Dempster is a Toronto folk poet, musician and editor. He’s been published for Metro Toronto’s Poetry Challenge (haiku), and in Wunderlit Magazine, Former People, The Town Crier, Jam & Sand, Gnashing Teeth, Of Poets and Frenchmen (chapbook) and Juniper – A Poetry Journal. Jack produces Cascadian Art.